unbowed, unbent, unbroken

[the_redviper]

Who: Oberyn Martell; OPEN
Where: Touring market and library domes ending up at a bar
What: Arrival/Get settled
When: 05/15 to 05/18
Warnings: Talk of death, will update

Generally, any first-time experiences are always going to be memorable, especially when it's someone's first time in the multiverse; a place that the Dornish prince couldn't even fathom, let alone imagine. And contrary to what most might guess, Oberyn took it rather well, all things considered. In fact, there seems to be a more intense rage in remembering the Mountain sitting on top of him, when everything went dark and he realized his fate. But there is also a great sense of satisfaction in knowing what will become of the murderer. Manticore poison was the deadliest and there was no doubt that the days following would be pure agony before he, too, would die.

All of it was taken in or as best as one could manage without looking overwhelmed. He asks questions of those who look to have answers, though mostly he moves about, looking, watching, trying to learn his new surroundings. He spends a couple of hours at the library, pulling books on topics he's never known to even exist; his trip to the market ending similarly.

It's at a tavern where Oberyn finally begins to relax. The wine was nothing in comparison to what they had back in Dorne, but it was better than nothing.

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market

[toivory]

It's in the Market that Sansa first sees Oberyn. She recognizes him from afar, having met him during her time in King's Landing, though neither of them had spent any time together. That had been reserved for her husband at the time, Sansa keeping to herself, Margaery, and Shae.

In fact, the last time she'd seen him had been at Joffrey's wedding. She'd heard of the sacrifice he'd made, his attempts to bring the Mountain down. She was sure it was more that which drove him to be Tyrion's champion. All the same, she felt that she owed it to speak to him. Finishing paying for some new beads and threads for her embroidery- her brother had her making something for a girl(!!)(??)- she approached him carefully.

"Prince Oberyn," she said, bowing her head in in greeting. "It's been some time. I should thank you, for taking on the defense of Tyrion- and, by extension, myself."

Re: market

[the_redviper]

The sad fact Oberyn knew what the Stark family was becoming was sad to say the least and though there was only the slightest of sympathy, it was more for what the young Sansa Stark had to endure; an unending nightmare that, no doubt, made Sansa feel that she would never awake from.

He notices Sansa before her approach and offers a nonchalant smile in greeting, expression shifting into one of unconcern.

"There is no reason to thank me, Lady Sansa. I had my reasons as I am sure you already knew," Oberyn replies, knowing that many likely knew those reasons. "You look well. It must be a relief to be out of the Lannister's hold."

[toivory]

"Just Sansa, if you don't mind. There are no titles here." Though Theon would call her his Queen or his Lady. They were all equal here.

"All the same. You made a great sacrifice." But he had also gotten his revenge.

"It was, though there are worse monsters than lions outside the gates of the Red Keep." She's in no rush to speak about her second husband, the one who still haunts her every moment. So she pushes past it, moving on to a better topic.

"My brothers, Robb and Jon are both here, as well as Theon Greyjoy, though I do not believe you ever had the pleasure of meeting them."